I wrote this story in a different style than the others. I appreciate your thoughts in the comments on whether or not I should continue it into a series. All characters are 18 or older.
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“Mackenzie, I’d like you to meet my roommate and best friend since childhood, Sprout,” Greg announced in the entryway of our apartment. Then he turned to me, “Mackenzie and I have been dating the past few weeks.”
The tall pretty blonde cocked her head slightly. Sensing a reaction to my name, Greg continued:
“His real name is Sidney, but he’s always gone by Sprout -”
“Because he’s such a small fry?” Mackenzie interrupted with a wry smile. She extended a hand, “Greg hasn’t really mentioned you before. Nice to meet you…Sprout.”
I took her outstretched hand and immediately noticed how large it was. Despite being 5’3″ and scrawny, I’m accustomed to most women’s hands being about my size. But Mackenzie wasn’t most women. She was really tall, over six feet, only a bit shorter than Greg’s 6’4″. And she looked to be quite athletic, with square shoulders and svelte tan arms left exposed by a low-cut bright yellow tank top. Her boobs were at my eyelevel and I noticed the edge of a red lace bra showing beneath her armpit.
“Nice to meet you as well,” I responded, chuffed that Greg hadn’t brought me up. With my hackles raised, I flashed a glance at my friend, then looked back to her, “Funny, Greg hasn’t mentioned you either.”
As we shook hands, her fingers clamped down hard and I couldn’t help letting out a small yelp. I looked up and her lip seemed to curl in amusement. I quickly averted my gaze, trying not to let her see the grimace on my face, and noticed her tight jean skirt and long, shapely legs ending in sporty white sneakers.
Greg didn’t seem to notice the awkward exchange, but I couldn’t help thinking, was he embarrassed by me? Sure, we were an odd pairing, but it had never been an issue for him before.
“Mac is on the women’s basketball team. We met at an athletic department dinner last month,” explained Greg, who was himself a starting tight end on the university’s football team. “I know I haven’t been around much this spring and you were probably curious. Sorry I waited till now to introduce you guys.”
Ha, I thought. I suspected something was going on when he skipped our last few Friday night Call of Duty sessions. Greg and I have always played video games together since we were kids.
“Greg tells me you’re quite the gamer,” Mackenzie remarked. “I am too, in fact it’s how Greg and I hit it off so fast. We’ve been playing a lot of Call of Duty and Mortal Kombat together.”
I could feel my cheeks flush. It was one thing for Greg to want a girlfriend – every guy has his needs – but oddly it felt like he was cheating on me. Those had been our go-to games since winter break.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Greg interjected, perhaps sensing my lament. “Why don’t we all hang out and play games for a while? Mac, we don’t need to be at Steve’s party for a couple hours. We can order pizza and down a couple brewskis.”
“Sure!” Mackenzie responded, then added with faux courtesy, “That is, assuming it’s okay with your little friend?”
“It’s fine,” I answered curtly, doing my best to brush off her slight.
We settled down to play Call of Duty in split screen mode. I felt like the third wheel right away, with Mackenzie constantly talking and Greg laughing at everything she said. She had a lively sense of humor, albeit a bit lewd for my taste. I made it a point not to laugh.
I also noticed she was a really good player, which for some reason really pissed me off. I was careful not to compliment her.
When the pizza came, I was surprised to see it had pepperoni and green peppers. Greg knew I hated green peppers. He hadn’t even bothered to ask.
“Sorry Sprout, Mac loves peppers,” Greg said with a shrug. “Hopefully you can pick ’em off.”
“Ha, just like my kid brother. He always used to pick off half the toppings,” Mackenzie laughed, then added snarkily, “although he grew out of that a long time ago.”
What a bitch, I thought. I couldn’t believe she would come to my house and needle me like that. Didn’t she know Greg and I are best friends? You’d think she would try harder to ingratiate herself.
As the evening wore on, I found I was drinking beer a little faster than I had planned, probably out of annoyance with Mackenzie. At barely over 100 pounds I always have to watch that I don’t overdo it.
“Hey Sprout, maybe you should slow down a little, y’know?” Greg implored with a concerned look.
“Yeah, you look like kind of a lightweight, bud,” Mackenzie giggled, then glanced down at my body, “Literally!”
“I can handle it!” I retorted, a little too emphatically.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes and Greg gave her an apologetic look, apparently more worried about the effect of my outburst on her than by the impact of her insults on me. I scowled, unexpectedly feeling alone and betrayed.
“Oops, look at the time. I think we should head to Steve’s party,” Greg exclaimed, clearly trying to sidestep the tension. “Do you wanna come, Sprout?”
“Yeah, you should totally come, Sprout,” Mac encouraged, a little too sweetly. “That is, if you’re up for it. I get how alcohol can be debilitating, especially for such a tiny little twig.”
Her eyes flicked down to my crotch, and she laughed under her breath. I suddenly realized she was teasing me about getting off and insulting the supposed size of my manhood. In shock, I turned to look at Greg for support but was disappointed to see he was already at the door putting on his shoes.
“I’m gonna stick ’round here,” I answered, surprised by the slur in my voice. “There’s a few things I, um, need to catch up on.”
To my horror, I hiccupped, and the stuck-up brat doubled over in delight, just managing to cover her mouth to avoid making noise.
“Suit yourself,” Greg called out. “I’ll probably be back late, so don’t stay up.”
“Yeah, don’t stay up,” Mackenzie mimicked with a quiet snort.
To my bewilderment, I could feel my penis suddenly getting hard. I quickly turned away to conceal the growing tent in my shorts. Then I stepped behind the kitchen counter and grabbed a roll of aluminum foil as Greg opened the door to leave.
“I’ll clean up the leftover pizza,” I said, trying to look busy and divert attention from my crotch.
“Yeah, best not leave a mess,” Mackenzie said over her shoulder just before the door shut, and I could have sworn she winked.
My penis throbbed, extending to its full length, and my body suddenly flinched as the tip touched the side of a cabinet.
Why the hell was I hard? Sure, Mackenzie was attractive, but she was a total bitch and definitely not my type. If I had a type, that is. I had never really dated, although I’d had a couple drunk make-out encounters with short girls at parties.
I went to rip off a piece of foil and miscalculated, rubbing a finger along the serrated edge.
“Dammit!” I cried, sticking the bleeding finger in my mouth.
I walked over to the bathroom and opened the vanity to get a Band-Aid. As I closed it, I noticed myself in the mirror. Seeing my scrawny body usually didn’t bother me, but I suddenly felt a bout of self-pity come on. I grabbed the edges of the sink and stared into my face. My eyes were a little bloodshot from drinking. I noticed my mottled hair that I should have had cut a few weeks ago.
My small shoulders sloped down, and for some reason I thought of how different they looked from Mackenzie’s broad, muscular appearance. She stood so much straighter than me, like she had a stick up her butt. She had the ideal physique, just like Greg. And I was, well, a little wimp.
I looked down at my crotch and pulled down the waistband, exposing my penis, still partly erect. It was the one thing that seemed a bit out of proportion to my body. It was smaller than the ones in the pornos Greg had shown me. But it certainly wasn’t a tiny little twig.
“Biiitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, surprising myself.
Only then did I fully realize how much she got under my skin. My lips pursed and my breath fumed. I really hated her. I hated the way she carried herself. I hated the way she teased me. I hated the way she had taken away Greg’s attention and didn’t seem to give a shit about how important our relationship was. I was unabashedly jealous and resentful.
Greg and I are obviously different physically and he plays a lot of sports. But in every other way we are similar. We have so much in common and know each other so well that we’re practically symbiotic. I love Greg like a brother (definitely not in a gay way, mind you), and we would do anything for each other.
I stewed angrily in the bathroom: Who does this bitch think she is? What the hell does Greg see in her?
Eventually I calmed down and brushed my teeth. I was more tired than I realized, probably from the beer. So I walked down the hall to the first entrance, shut the door and flopped on my bed. I was out almost immediately.
***
I awoke with a start to the sound of laughing, that quickly got louder. There was a thud and a light metallic clink. Something scraped loudly along my bedroom door, then along the hallway wall.
The commotion continued down the hall and I heard Greg’s bedroom door swing open and hit the wall between our rooms. Someone gave a loud “Shh!” and a woman giggled.
As I came to, I realized Greg and Mackenzie had arrived home together, obviously drunk. It struck me that he had never brought a girl to his bedroom like this. I thought about how much I hated Mackenzie and my anger from earlier returned.
I lay on my back seething, taking long breaths through my nose. The noise next door seemed to settle down to a constant murmur, intermingled by quiet laughs.
I turned to look at my alarm clock and it was after 2:00 AM. Opening my mouth to yawn, I noticed it was super dry after my beer-induced coma. I rolled up to sit on the edge of my bed and the room spun around. I needed water.
As I made to stand up, I had a brief wave of anxiety. I didn’t want Greg and Mackenzie to hear me. Maybe I didn’t want Greg to feel bad for waking me up? Or maybe I didn’t want Mackenzie to think I was paying attention to whatever they were doing? I tried to convince myself that I really didn’t care what was going on, I just needed a drink.
I quietly tiptoed to the door, turned the knob and opened it slowly to avoid a squeak. Then I stepped into the hall and stopped as my bare foot touched something. I looked down and by the gleam of the bathroom nightlight, I saw Mackenzie’s yellow tank top lying on the floor.
I turned my head toward the living room and saw a number of items haphazardly strewn about: a couple sneakers, a t-shirt, and jeans with a belt. That must have been the clink, I thought.
Then I turned my head down the hall toward Greg’s room: more sneakers, Mackenzie’s jean skirt, socks, Greg’s boxers…Mackenzie’s red bra. My breath caught in my throat. Despite being 21 years old, I had never touched a woman’s bra before.
Curiosity got the better of me and I crouched down to my hands and knees, then quietly crawled forward. Upon reaching the bra, I extended a hand and picked it up.
I was surprised how light and wispy the lace was. I put my hand in one of the cups and it dawned on me that Mackenzie’s boob had just been in it. I felt around the inside and was taken with how large the cup was. I had barely noticed before, but now it hit home how big her breasts were. The cup would have easily fit a softball – with plenty of room to spare. I noticed my penis starting to tent my shorts.
I’m not sure why, but I raised the bra to my nose and smelled it. Tingles went down my spine. The scent of Mackenzie’s perfume mixed with her sweat really turned me on for some reason, and my unit bobbed up and down in my pants. I immediately felt angry at myself for being aroused by that awful woman.
I tossed down the bra and made to turn back when my eye caught something else. I should have snuck back into my room then, but something compelled me to crawl forward. My suspicion was confirmed. Mackenzie’s matching red panties.
I wanted so badly to touch them, but I was suddenly afraid. It felt like a violation. The bra was one thing, but this had just been covering her vagina, her most private of parts! I sat still, uncertain what to do. I could hear my heart beating loudly with excitement. My willy kept jerking over and over again, rubbing enticingly against my boxers. Needless to say, my virgin curiosity prevailed.
Tentatively, I reached forward and grabbed an edge between two fingers as if it were something dirty. Then I raised it up in front of my face for a better look. I couldn’t really see much in the dim light, so I brought it closer. Then I smelled it. Rather, I smelled her.
I had never been near a woman’s sexual organ before. It seemed like lightbulbs went off in my brain, like if I were smelling a rose for the first time, or tasting chocolate. I felt like my penis would explode right then and there!
I quickly brought it closer to my nose and accidentally touch it to my upper lip. I was shocked to feel it was all wet. I pulled it away in disgust, but the scent lingered, transferred to the skin below my nose. I wanted to hate it because it was Mackenzie, but I can’t deny – I was blown away.
For some reason at that moment, my brain finally connected the dots: if all these clothes and underwear were out here, then they were totally naked in his room! Was Greg having intercourse right here in our apartment?
I turned my head to the side and almost gasped when I saw his door was halfway open. Light from a lava lamp in the corner cast an ethereal blue glow on the ceiling. The brightness changed and it seemed like the walls were moving as a chunk of heated wax floated up inside the lamp.
Just as my eyes adjusted to the light, I heard Greg moan in a soft voice:
“Oh my god, wow, that feels so fuckin’ good…aaaah…”
I turned my head toward the sound and suddenly saw McKenzie’s round naked butt, only a few feet away from me. Our rooms weren’t very big, and Greg’s bed was just to the side of the open door. The tall blonde was on her knees straddling Greg’s thighs with her big bulbous ass in the air. Her face was planted right in Greg’s crotch!
I watched in astonishment as her head slowly moved up and down, making faint squishing sounds. Greg’s arms and legs squirmed and twitched every time her head lowered. By the way he reacted, she seemed like a real expert at giving blowjobs. No wonder Greg put up with her!
I wished I could see her mouth at work, but her long blonde hair hung to the sides, blocking my view. After a minute, I watched her arms slide up his stomach and toward his chest. As her elbows passed her sides, I noticed her boobs flattened against his thighs. I thought excitedly of her bra and how big the cups were.
Without warning, she pinched his nipples and his whole body convulsed. If she weren’t so big, he probably would have knocked her right off.
“Babe, I’m so close…” Greg whispered excitedly.
A moment later Mackenzie lifted her head and there was a loud popping sound. I jumped, almost hitting the door jamb. It was only then that I realized my shorts were down and that I had been slowly stroking my penis with Mackenzie’s damp underwear. I jumped a second time, shocked that I could have done that without knowing. And only a few feet away from them!
I thought briefly about pulling my shorts up and rushing back to my room. But I was transfixed. I couldn’t take my eyes away and my hand kept pumping.
“Nuh-uh,” Mackenzie grunted, then she began crawling up his body. She stopped when her hips were even with his crotch, then she spoke in a husky voice, like a sexy jazz singer, “We’re both getting off tonight. My pussy is so fucking hot. Are you ready for me to take you?”
“Yes,” Greg whispered urgently.
“Tell me,” Mackenzie ordered.
“I’m ready for you take me,” Greg answered eagerly.
“Where do you want me to take you, Gregory?” she asked, her voice dripping with eroticism.
It sounded weird that she used his given name, but for some reason it turned me on even more and I stroked harder. She was so confident and in control. I had never seen a woman act like that before.
“Take me inside you,” he responded frantically, then his voice climbed an octave, “I want my cock inside your hot pussy so bad!”
Just then, her hips shoved down powerfully on his crotch.
“Oh my god!” Greg cried.
I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to avoid shouting out with him. They were totally having sex!
“Shhh!” Mackenzie hissed, then she giggled quietly and began gyrating her butt.
She slid back and forth slowly across Greg’s mid-section. His breathing got really heavy, then suddenly got quiet. I noticed she had leaned forward further and while I couldn’t see their heads behind the door, I was pretty sure she was making out with him. I speculated that with all her experience she must also be a really good kisser.
My breathing got heavier as I watched her lithe body taking him, in her words. I loved how her giant boobies smashed forward and back on his chest each time she thrust forward. I wished I could see her nipples!
She suddenly stopped moving, then her hips raised and lowered slowly. Up and back down. I couldn’t see behind her butt cheek, but from the squishing sounds I knew she was sliding from top to bottom on Greg’s penis each time.
His body started to tremble, and his legs thrashed around. He raised his hips to push up into her and she quickly raised up with him, pausing in mid-air. He whimpered, sounding really desperate. In the dim light, I could barely discern Greg’s thick penis, its tip hidden just out of view, probably still inside Mackenzie.
“Nn-mmm,” she hummed, and I could hear a kiss breaking, then she spoke in a stern voice, “I’m the one taking you, remember?”
Just then, Mackenzie’s body shot straight up, perpendicular to Greg’s, quickly sliding down his pole and mashing his hips back into the mattress. She twisted slightly and I caught a glimpse of one whole breast in profile, including her nipple. My first real titty! I almost ejaculated on the spot.
Her hips began thumping hard into Greg, with short, forceful strokes. The mattress springs creaked, and the sound of slapping skin filled my ears. I inhaled a deep breath and realized the air was thick with the same scent I had whiffed in Mackenzie’s panties. It dawned on me how wet her vagina must be that I could smell it across the room. My breathing became erratic.
I analyzed the movements of her body and noticed in awe how muscular it was, each thrust causing different ripples and bulges that weren’t there when she stood still. Her posture was so straight and square, it seemed like the top half of her body wasn’t moving, even when the bottom half bucked harder and harder into Greg.
I suddenly imagined my little body under her, my virgin penis inside her wet opening. My testicles began to tingle. I wanted her to take me!
“I-I can’t h-hold it much l-longer, b-babe,” Greg stammered.
Her hands reached down and frenziedly grabbed at his wrists, pulling them up.
“Squeeze my tits! Hard! Now!” she commanded, strangely ordering Greg around.
His long fingers groped and kneaded at her boobs. I pictured my small hands pawing at her giant mounds. I wanted her to tell me what to do.
All of a sudden, she threw her head back.
“Ah, AH, AHH…” her voice rose as she reached her climax.
“Aaah, fuuuck!” Greg shouted.
At that moment, my hand started to fill with warm sticky goo, and I swear to God I almost screamed out loud with them. But somehow, I managed to keep quiet, aside from my heavy breathing.
Spurt after spurt came out, sopping Mackenzie’s panties. I envisioned that she was pulling it out — taking it from me — seizing my virginity and holding it inside her forever.
The lace provided amazing friction but did little to contain my semen. Instead, I caught what I could in my hand to avoid making a mess on the carpet. Oddly, I heard her voice in my head from earlier:
You should totally come…best not leave a mess.
Just thinking about her teasing made my penis pump and squirt a little more out.
A haze settled over my mind, and I was suddenly super relaxed. Then I heard Greg speak:
“Damn that was so fuckin’ awesome! You’re so goddamn hot, Mackenzie!”
With a jolt, I remembered I was crouched at his bedroom door holding my willy in my hand, with his girlfriend’s panties totally soaked in my man juice.
I quickly ducked down and crawled awkwardly on two legs and one hand, keeping the wet mess off the carpet. When I reached my room door, I stood up and slipped inside, then carefully closed it, holding the handle to avoid the latch clicking.
All I could think was, God I hope Mackenzie didn’t see or hear me. I couldn’t tell if I was more afraid of her telling Greg, or about her calling me out and teasing me about it. Either way it would be totally humiliating. Fortunately, it seemed like I had gone unnoticed.
As my adrenaline rush subsided, I was suddenly furious with myself. For secretly spying on my best friend. For getting so turned on by his rude girlfriend. For ejaculating as I fantasized about her – the nasty girl who bullied me, who I hated with a passion – taking my virginity…
I was startled from my self-flagellation by the hall light flicking on, visible from the slit under the door. Someone walked in front of my room to the bathroom. There was a loud noise of someone peeing. It sounded like a faucet filling a tub. It definitely wasn’t Greg; I’d heard him piss hundreds of times before.
Forgetting my anger, my heart leapt as I realized Mackenzie was right across the hall in the bathroom, naked with the door open. She was so brazen, like she didn’t give a shit if I were to walk out and see her perfect nude body. I suddenly had to hold back the urge to open the door and play dumb, like I was just waking up to take a leak. I thought of her confidence and realized she probably would have just laughed at me as I looked at her. For some reason the thought of that shame turned me on, and I could feel my erection coming back.
The toilet flushed and the light turned off. Then I remembered the wet panties in my hand. I almost cursed aloud when I realized she might be looking for them right now. What if she was picking up all her clothes and found her underwear missing? Shit!
I stood still, listening if they went to sleep. I couldn’t hear any talking, and everything seemed quiet. I tried to think. If I open the door and all the clothes are there, I may have a chance of putting her panties back where they were.
But they would be totally wet and crusty! It dawned on me that I would have to do laundry. I glanced at the clock and it was past 2:30 AM. I resolved that I would go down to the basement laundry room at 3 when they had probably fallen asleep.
I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table and cleaned off my hand, wiping as much slime off Mackenzie’s lingerie as I could. It seemed like a bad idea to run it in a load alone, so I felt inside my laundry hamper for a few items to wash it with and put them together in a basket. Then I probed in my desk drawer for some quarters, being careful to not let them jingle around. Finally, I grabbed a Tide pod and set it in with the clothes.
I sat and watched the minutes tick by, listening for noises in the next room. None came and at exactly 3, I slipped out of my bedroom and noted with relief that the clothes were still scattered about the floor. So I tiptoed across the living room and opened the outside door, careful to not let the screen door slam.
I chose the shortest cycles and by 4:00 AM I headed back upstairs with a basket of clean laundry. Once in the hall, I tried to visualize where I had picked up Mackenzie’s panties and did my best to drop them in the same spot. Then I snuck back into my room and climbed in bed, drifting off to sleep almost immediately.
***
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I turned over groggily.
“Hey Sprout,” Greg called. “Come out for breakfast. Maybe you could make your special scrambled eggs?”
I suddenly recalled the craziness of the night before and hoped Mackenzie had already left. I rolled out of bed and opened the door, noticing the clothes had all been picked up.
After taking a leak, I went to the kitchen and my stomach dropped when I saw Mackenzie sitting at the kitchen table. She had put back on her yellow tank top, jean skirt, and sneakers.
“Mornin’ Sprout,” she said nonchalantly.
She was acting like it was no big deal that she had spent the night. Of course, to me it was a big deal. Despite the obscene pleasure of spying on her last night, I really didn’t want her sleeping over to become a regular thing. Greg was different around her. She was still an evil bitch. And based on what happened, I was afraid I couldn’t trust myself around her. I resolved to be prickly.
“Mornin’ Mac,” I said back, mimicking her, then I added tauntingly, “I see you’re wearing the same clothes as last night.”
“Huh, so are you,” she fired back, then added, “But I’d be willing to bet only one of us got laid last night.”
Greg was standing in the kitchen and choked on his coffee, spraying a mouthful into the sink.
“Jesus, Mac!” he shouted in surprise.
“What? It’s true and he probably heard us anyway,” she said, then added crudely, “I don’t imagine you get a lot of tail, Sprout?”
My face turned beet read and I almost called her a slut, when Greg changed the topic:
“Sprout makes the best scrambled eggs. How about you fire up the stove and we all eat together?”
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, thankful for something else to focus on. And besides, they were damn good scrambled eggs. Maybe I can impress her just a little and she won’t act like such a haughty bitch, I thought.
I pulled out eggs, butter, salt and my secret ingredient – corn starch – then quickly set about preparing the meal. Greg and Mac sat at the table bantering about spring sports teams and thankfully left me alone. I buttered toast and scooped eggs onto three plates, then set them at each seat. Just as I was about to join them, Mackenzie spoke up:
“Can I have some ketchup?”
“Babe, you should really try them without –” Greg started to say, but she cut him off.
“I only like eggs with ketchup,” she said tersely.
As I was still standing, I went to the fridge to grab the condiment. I felt indignant that she wouldn’t even try my eggs first.
“Here,” I said coldly, handing her the bottle.
She raised it to squeeze and somehow managed to shoot a stream onto the linoleum floor next to her.
“Oops!” she said with a sassy lilt. “Can you get that? Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I huffed and stood back up to get a wet paper towel.
I got down on my hands and knees and started to wipe at the red line of ketchup. That’s when I realized I was right next to Mackenzie’s long, toned leg. Without thinking, I turned my head to take a glance and to my surprise, she lifted her foot and set her sneaker right down on my hand.
I tried to pull away, but she crushed down, holding me in place. I don’t know why I didn’t cry out to tell her to take it off. Maybe I was just surprised, or embarrassed? Maybe I was worried Greg would think I was perving on his girlfriend? Or maybe I just didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me complain.
Whatever the reason I stayed on the floor quietly struggling to pull my hand out. I even tugged at her calf with my other hand. Despite the pain, I couldn’t help noticing how thick and firm it was, yet how soft her skin felt on my fingertips. Needless to say, she didn’t budge.
“Did you see Danny almost pitched a no-hitter yesterday?” Mackenzie asked, as if nothing was going on below the table.
“Wow, that’s cool. I missed that,” Greg said with his mouth full, then added, “Everything okay down there, Sprout?”
Just then, she raised her foot and I struggled to my feet.
“Um, yeah, got it all,” I mumbled, stupidly holding up the dirty paper towel as if to provide proof of my work, then I turned to drop it in the trash.
Mackenzie snickered and Greg spoke.
“Great eggs as usual Sprout! I’m going to my room to throw on some sweats for the gym. Mac, we can stop by your place on the way so you can change.”
He stood and took his plate to the sink.
“Can you pour me some coffee first, babe?” Mackenzie asked sweetly.
“Sure,” Greg responded.
He quickly filled a mug and set it by her plate, then walked down the hall to his room, leaving me alone with his girlfriend. Butterflies danced in my stomach as I worried what she might say or do with him gone. I resolved to act like nothing happened and took a step toward my seat.
“Ahem,” she clucked, stopping me in my tracks, then added crisply. “I’d like some cream.”
I gave her an icy stare, then turned around and opened the fridge. As I reached for the coffee creamer, I suddenly felt someone looming behind me. An arm slid over my chest, and I smelled Mackenzie’s perfume. Her grip tightened and she put one of her legs around my side, stepping partly in front of me to wrap her calf around my shin. With a sharp intake of breath, I noticed the weight of her giant boobs resting on my shoulders. It felt like she blanketed my whole body, engulfing and smothering me. She was so large and imposing.
Her head tipped forward and my body quivered as she whispered in my ear.
“Don’t say a word, or I’ll call Greg back and tell him what you did last night.”
My stomach tightened. Did she really know? How could she…?
As if reading my mind, she continued to speak:
“I use unscented detergent, you sneaky little pervert.”
Just then, her hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed hold of my penis. I was already rock hard.
“Huh, not bad for a tiny little twig,” she remarked with a mix of sarcasm and surprise.
It was only a half-compliment, but I felt a fleeting moment of pride. Maybe all of me isn’t so small?
Unbelievably, her hand began stroking. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Did you enjoy watching me take your best friend?” she whispered.
I was afraid to answer and admit the truth.
“Answer me now!” she commanded.
“Y-yes,” I managed to say.
“Do you want me to take you like that?” she asked seductively, continuing her slow pumps of my boner.
“Y-yes!” I stammered breathily.
“Say it,” she ordered.
Her fingers felt so damn good. I melted into her body. She was so strong and solid, easily absorbing my weight. I thought of her muscles flexing as she pounded into Greg. I couldn’t resist her…
“Mackenzie, I want you to take me like you took Greg,” I pleaded quietly. Then something came over me and I spontaneously blurted out, “I want you to take my virginity!”
Her head tipped back, and she laughed hysterically, my body shaking with hers. I felt my cheeks go hot with shame as her scathing howls continued, echoing loudly throughout the apartment. I was suddenly worried Greg would come out and see us.
After a few seconds she leaned forward, and her lips touched my ear.
“I would never fuck a pathetic little twerp like you,” she spat out derisively. “I’m disgusted to even be touching you right now.”
A wave of remorse washed over me. I couldn’t believe I confessed my desires to her. She was such a manipulative asshole!
Yet, unexpectedly, I grew even hornier knowing that she knew — and with the shame of knowing that I wasn’t man enough for her. I began to tremble with lust.
Her hand suddenly rubbed fast on my penis.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, about to explode.
She abruptly squeezed down on the base of my shaft and the urge strangely abated. My body twitched as my emotions whipsawed.
“Hmm…I guess I kind of feel bad for you though,” she breathed sultrily in my ear. “Being a pathetic little virgin and all. Maybe this can be your lucky day. I’ll give you one chance right now to ask for my help. What does little boy Sidney want?”
Some part of me really wanted to tell her to fuck off, that I wasn’t a little kid, that I thought she was nasty, that I didn’t really want her.
But the truth was I was more turned on than I had ever been in my entire my life. Hearing her tease me about my size and name was so tantalizingly humiliating.
Her fingers again began to stroke faster. And I immediately caved.
“I want to cum so bad,” I whimpered, then I remembered her words from yesterday and added impulsively, “Can I please leave a mess in your hand?”
“Ha!” she snorted with apparent satisfaction.
It suddenly felt like her fingers were performing acrobatics on my penis. The pressure and friction were out of this world. My breaths became short and quick.
My mind flashed to the previous night. She was so experienced, so good at giving pleasure, so powerful. I was in awe of her. Even if she wouldn’t take me inside her, I still felt special knowing that she would be the first woman ever to make me spurt. I wanted her to be in control, to be the one to teach me, to help me unravel the wondrous mysteries of sex!
With a final flourish, she stuck her tongue in my ear and I immediately began to cum.
“Loser!” she hissed.
To my shock, her hand suddenly pulled out of my shorts, and she stepped back. I nearly fell over and had to grab the fridge door for support.
Lacking her touch, my penis started weakly dribbling semen. All the pleasure and excitement were gone and instead I felt hollow inside. A burst of guilt and embarrassment shot through me. I wanted it to stop. Yet my cum continued to trickle out. It felt so uncomfortable, like I was peeing my pants.
My frustration quickly morphed into furor. Tears welled in my eyes. I moved to turn around and confront her when I heard Greg’s voice and froze, still facing the fridge.
“What was so funny?” he asked, each word growing louder as he entered the room.
I was suddenly mortified. Did Greg see what just happened?
“Sprout just made me laugh,” Mackenzie answered with a giggle. “He said something totally ridiculous. Anyway, I’m pretty sure your cream is spoiled, Sprout. Greg, let’s stop at Starbucks on the way to my place.”
“No problem, babe,” he answered, then added, “Geez, Sprout, don’t let all the cold air out. Our electric bill is big enough as it is. Anyway, see ya later.”
The screen door slammed, and I stood there with the fridge door open, unable to move, wracked with shame and disbelief over what had just transpired.
Inexplicably, I wasn’t even relieved that Greg didn’t know. My lack of emotion made no sense – I could have lost my best friend! Then a sinking feeling hit me as I realized the reason. With Greg unaware, I was practically guaranteed further humiliation at the hands of Mackenzie.
My breathing finally slowed, and I looked down to examine the mess I had made. Sticking out of the waistband of my shorts were Mackenzie’s red lace panties.